“You’ve got bad eating habits if you use a grocery cart in 7-Eleven.”

We have a light snow shower which I doubt will amount to much. The flakes are tiny and susceptible to the wind. They keep changing direction. I’m staying close to hearth and home today. It’s dark and cold outside, unwelcoming.

I could do a wash, but I won’t. I could change the sheets on my bed, but I won’t do that either. According to Martha Stewart I could make my own pretzels sprinkled with my favorite toppings, but I’ll never do that. As you can tell I have no ambition today, and I’m just fine with that.

When I was a kid, it was difficult to find a place where I could be alone. The house always seemed filled with people. It was small, and there were six of us. I shared a bedroom so I couldn’t kick my sister out if she wanted in. Sometimes I’d go down the cellar and sit and read. The cellar was below ground and had those small windows high up on the walls. When the sun shined through them, I could see dust in the light. I didn’t care. I was a kid. Dust has no meaning to a kid.

In my mind’s eye, I can see that whole house. The kitchen was small. One side had the sink, the counter and the fridge. The other side had the stove and the kitchen table. The fridge saw the most action. We’d all open it and stand there looking. I always had the hope they’d be something delicious, but delicious disappeared really fast in my house. My mother always yelled for me to close the fridge,”Get what you want then close it!” I didn’t know what I wanted. It was usually an exploratory hunt.

My parents grocery shopped on Friday evenings. My dad had to take my mother as she didn’t drive. They’d carry the filled brown grocery bags into the house, and we’d empty them not as a help, but to find the Oreos, the go to cookie in our house. There were always Oreos but not for long.

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8 Comments on ““You’ve got bad eating habits if you use a grocery cart in 7-Eleven.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I’ve always wondered why we up here in the north never started to hibernate through winter like other smart animals do 🙂 I can see myself going to bed in November and sleep through winter to wake up just when spring is about to start 🙂 One good thing would be that I would wake up very fit again 🙂

    I’m not looking forward to Friday morninh, they say it can go down to 0F, They really should forbid people to go to work on mornings that cold 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I too can see myself sleeping the winter away. We’d all grow lean over the cold months and wake up skinny and hungry.

      They have called school a couple of times because of the temperatures as kids wait outside for buses or walk to school. I haven’t yet heard of work cancelled-sorry!

      Have a great evening!

  2. Richard Says:

    Another day of Brightfulness here. Since it was there and I had errands to run, I hied meself out to Ye Faythfulle Chariotmobile and stopped first at Wal-Mart, where I made sure to ask the young lady tending the register to please provide me with the Winning PowerBall ticket. She said she would, and did so post-haste. I’m all beside myself and sitting on the proverbial tenterhooks waiting for them to announce my winning numbers! I know that nice lady wouldn’t have told me an untruth.

    The Washday Blues … well, dear girl, it jes’ so be’s happ’nin’ what I got heah be’s a mos’ scoscious an’ definitely positutely abrosutely the Right Cure for What Be’s Ailin’ You. Hum along with the melody if you will, and you’ll be feelin’ your old self before you can say ‘Step ‘n Fetchit’ … here ya go:


    The Alone Place … I was lucky when it came to that. We lived in an old house that was raised up on piers. When I wanted my Alone Time, I’d crawl under the house and work my way to the Secret Hidey-Hole under the front porch. It was walled in on three sides, so it was mostly dark except for the filtered white light that penetrated past the Event Horizon of the piers. A lot of times, I’d just crawl around under there looking for things that had been thrown there (or dropped by the builders) and add ’em to my collection. Nothing spectacular – usually old glass milk bottles or similar items. Wish I had one of ’em now … not for monetary value, but for the history and the memories of a simpler time.

    Funny, but thinking back on it, the kitchen in every house we lived in was always large. At least as large as any other room in the house, and at that time, it was kinda unusual. I remember Mom yelling at us when we’d open the fridge and stand there gawking at the contents while we wondered what we wanted from it. She usually asked if we were trying to air-condition the whole neighborhood before walking over and closing it for us, thereby removing any possibility of further temperature loss.

    On the grocery trips when I accompanied Mom, we usually went to a Hills Bros. store. The best part of visiting that place was the self-serve coffee grinding machines. It always smelled great, and I wouldn’t have minded if Mom just let me stay there and smell the beans while she finished shopping.

    There was also the smell of the fresh-baked bread wafting into the Commons from their in-house bakery … How come we don’t get those smells today when we go to make our li’l groceries?

    • katry Says:

      It stayed dark all day long, and I stayed home. No Walmart on Cape Cod, not even Hyannis which has the only large stores like Home Depot. Lowe’s tried to build in Dennis but was turned down at town meeting.

      Great song but it does not get me to want to do laundry, quite the opposite. The laundry bag can sit upstairs for another day or two.

      You had a great alone place. I had to hope I’d be left alone at any place I chose. One vacation I went to the car and that was theist spot for just lying there and reading.

      Our next house had a larger kitchen. Off to the side of the kitchen were the washing machine and dryer. We had no cellar. We still opened the fridge door hoping to find something good.

      I never went food shopping when I was a kid. Usually I had to stay home to hold down the fort. My parents went to Star Market.

      I love the aroma of bread baking-it’s probably one of my favorite smells.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    It didn’t snow here yesterday until well after dark and I think it started out as rain. At least that’s what it sounded like as it beat against my windows. This morning the ground had a light sparkling of snow all over it. And the wind was wicked cold.
    I had some optional errands to do today but one trip out the door with the dogs and I decided to opt out of the optional errands.
    I have been in my lounging attire all day.

    There were 5 people in my family. I was the only girl so I got a bedroom of my own. That’s where I spent my time reading books.

    My brothers were the culprits with the fridge door. They’d open it, grab the milk and drink it out of the bottle, fridge door open the whole time. My mother would yell at them but they never broke that habit until they were grown.
    I did that thing where you open all the cabinets looking for something but you don’t know what only that whatever is there isn’t it. Many years later a Nederlander friend told me that it was called lekkehunger (or some such spelling). I was very happy to know that since my description was awfully long winded. 🙂

    WordPress was balky this morning and wouldn’t respond to my computer’s call. I’m glad it decided to work again.

    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I did the same thing and made the same decision you did. I ran out to get the paper and thought it was freezing. I had a couple of places to go today but decided to stay home and stay warm.

      I had my own room when we moved to the cape-it was a bribe the make the move easier for me.

      My brother was the worst, but the rest of us also did fridge hunting with the door open. I don’t think I really ever found anything all that tasty though a hunk of bologna was acceptable.

      The other day WordPress somehow sent my writing into draft. I thought it was gone but ope. It just moved.

      Have a great evening. I’m going to turn up my heat!

  4. Bob Says:

    The weather was beautiful here today with sunny skies and highs in the upper 60s. When I was living with my aunt and uncle in NY as a teenager my cousin and I shared a room. He would disappear into some other part of the house to get some alone time. We had two bathrooms and he would go into the one furthest away from where the rest of us were in the house. My cousin lived with his parents until he was in his early thirties because neither of his parents could drive and he would have to take by aunt grocery shopping on Saturday. By that time I had moved out to go to college. Nothing can beat an Oreo in the cookie world. Although Nabisco makes several varieties I am an Oreo purist.

    • katry Says:

      It was so cold today I decided to stay home and wait to do my errands.

      I wish my house was big enough to have room for an alone place. Your cousin was lucky to have found a spot. I’d think he could have moved but be there if his parents needed him.

      Oreos are the best!

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